One would never have guessed the power of just zooming the camera back.
In late spring, as I’ve written, our beloved local priest, Father Mark, died of esophageal cancer at age 49. The grief-stricken congregation was oddly denied admission to the parish church for his funeral. The church ended up being half empty; the service was to be streamed for those who cared to watch.
It was 19 months ago, following the embarrassing spectacle in the Oval Office in which Donald Trump and his then-equally tubby vice president ambushed Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, that I said in this space that it had become clear that Trump was on Russia’s side in its invasion of Ukraine.
If everything worked as well as the product called Evapo-Rust, the world would be a much better place.
That’s just one of the many lessons learned during my recent — successful! — project to transform my old, nonfunctioning gasoline-powered generator into something much better.
My grandparents, whose little farm was next door to ours so my sisters and I grew up effectively with two houses and two very different sets of parents, were lovely people.
My friends Pat and Bobby visited briefly over the weekend.
I met them when Pat and I were in ninth grade and we both shot Miranda cameras. The last time I saw Pat, George W. Bush was president; the last time I saw Robert, Richard Nixon was. Pat now lives in Lithuania. Bobby doesn’t.
A long time ago I was assigned the task of tracking down a guy named Guido Franch, who had some pills or pellets or something that he said would turn water into gasoline.
People I know who have Wen-brand home generators seem to like them, which is part of the reason I decided to purchase one. The rest of the reason is that it had the features I sought at a price I was willing to pay.
If the cheerful Pollyanna were given the task of comparing the manufacturers’ claims about electrical power supplies, and power-using devices, to measurable reality, by day’s end she would have hardened into a cynic and by week’s end might well have become a heavy drinker.
The word hadn’t entered my mind for at least half a century and I have no idea why it did the other day. It’s an odd word, one most people don’t hear often if ever. I wondered if it were some made-up family thing. It had daily use (well, nightly use) in our house as I was growing up.
It was six months ago today that I first plugged my computer into the Starlink router, connected to the standard-sized Starlink “dish” (it’s a panel) that was flopped down haphazardly in my back yard.